It happened. I turned 49 last month. I survived…but my mom’s homemade birthday cake had a lot to do with it.
Now I’m on the road to the big 5-0!
Half of me is in such denial that I want to hide in bed under my covers.
The other half of me wants to punch 50 in the face and show it who’s boss.
It’s an odd place to be. How did I get here? When did THIS happen? I remember discovering a moisturizing eye cream at age 25 and thinking it was such a grown up thing to buy.
Now my creams offer me “strength & resilience, proteins & lipids for aging and mature skin.” BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!!!
When you’re younger, you think 50 is so old. But I don’t feel old–except in the morning when I struggle to get out of bed. My back and feet scream at me, “for the love of GOD, woman, stop the running,..you’re too old for this.”
Sometimes I think that I want to go back to 29. That was a great year, but I was single and kinda lonely.
So, I’ll go back to 39! Now that was a great year…oh wait, I had a baby in diapers. That stinky ship has sailed.
So I guess I’ll stay at 49…at least for this next year. It will be a big year. My oldest will become a teenager and my youngest will start middle school.
So wait, maybe 39 wasn’t so bad.
Who am I kidding? Diapers make me gag. Bring on those teen years…and my BIG 5-0!!
Are you facing a milestone birthday? Share in the comments and let’s tackle the number together!